LVII.
When she in other writing had displaid
How she had freed that passage from the foe,
To mournful Flordelice the martial maid,
She that still held her weeping visage low,
Turned her, and courteously that lady prayed
To tell her whither she designed to go.
To her afflicted Flordelice replied:
“To Arles, where camp the paynims, would I ride.
LVIII.
“Which bark (I hope) and fitting company,
“To carry me to Africk may afford;
“Nor will I halt upon my way, till I
“Once more rejoin my husband and my lord;
“All means and measures there resolved to try,
“That may release him from his jailer’s ward;
“And should the Saracen deceitful prove,
“Others, and others yet, I mean to move.”
LIX.
“My company (replied the martial fair)
“For some part of the road, I offer thee,
“Till we have sight of Arles; then to repair
“Thither, will pray you, for the love of me,
“To find King Agramant’s Rogero there,
“Whose glorious name is spread o’er land and sea,
“And render to that knight this goodly horse,
“Whence the proud Moor was flung in martial course.
